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Chapter seventeen

Kace

T he speed at which I grab Nadia by her fucking face and shove her down on Ronald’s bunk impresses me. I don’t think I have ever moved that fast, but I need to get my hands on her immediately. She is pushing me to my fucking limit; one wrong move and I’m going to tumble right over the damn edge.

Nadia struggles and fights back like I knew she would, swinging her hands as she thrashes under my bigger and heavier body. The sounds of her breathy gasps almost make my cock stir. Still, I’m able to pin her down by straddling her hips and pushing all my weight on her.

Pulling her head up, I slam it back down hard enough to daze her but not enough to hurt—at least that’s what I hope.

I know, in this very moment, I look beyond pissed and the truth is, I am. She’s going to get me killed—I’ll take her down with me if that shit happens.

Tit for tat, snitch.

Leaning in, I close the distance between us. Her panting breath spilling across my partially shaved face as I snarl at her. My eyes meet her dilated ones, those glorious lips of hers parting as much as they can while I restrain her, my fingers digging into her soft cheeks.

“I have had enough of you!” I scorn, trying to keep my voice low enough where we aren’t overheard by any passerby’s yet still getting my point across.

“First, you sabotaged the last two years of my fucking life, then you get me sent to seg, and now you want to threaten me with telling the AB I snitched on them? Do you know what the hell could happen to me?! Do you know what that means for my life!”

“Fuck you, worthless piece of shit. Your life means nothing to me!”

“Oh, you little bitch. I’m two seconds away from being the worst person you’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. This is going to go one of two ways. One, you’re going to back the hell off and get out of my damn face, for good. Which you will do after you stop struggling and walk the hell out of my cell. Between now and then, I’m going to devour you, remind you who the fuck you’re playing with. If you make any noise, I’ll stop and edge you into oblivion. Then there is option two, me throat fucking you, if you bite, I will choke you out with my cock, before stuffing every one of your holes with cum. It could be mine, but it might also be someone else’s. I won’t know until I get there.”

Leaning in, I draw the flat of my tongue along her cheek, then jeer close to her left ear, the full weight of my body now pressing her into the bed.

“Either way, when I’m done with you, you’ll be crying and begging me like the whore you are. So, choose wisely, snitch.”

I hate the fact that, as I watch her, I can see the gears turning in her head. How effortlessly I can read her. She’s truly thinking this over, her silent decision evident in the way her body stops resisting and she settles beneath me.

I won’t lie, she feels good under me—like she was made to be there, to fit perfectly against my own dips and edges.

She’s so damn beautiful it’s painful, and though I am furious with her, I can’t begin to explain the shit I’m feeling right now. The toxicity, the underlying frustration and hatred. Everything about this woman is wrong, and wrong for me, but my body yearns for her.

Heat floods my veins as I stare down at the snake before me, her cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink, pupils blown wide, and her tongue darting out to wet her plump lips. I have been dying to taste her pouts again, ever since I kissed her that first time. I swear she’s drawn my soul in and tied it to hers.

“I—I’m not going anywhere, Kace,” she whispers.

Chills roll through me as I connect her soft words with the same murmurs I heard in seg. Even locked away, my mind was focused on her—consumed with her existence.

I won’t tell her, but she owns me.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Shifting off her, I grab her ankles over her BDU’s and drag her body to the edge of Ronald’s bed until she’s sitting at the very end— eye level with my hips.

So stunning, this demon.

Reaching out, I unhook the handcuffs from her duty belt and latch one around her right wrist, its twin circling the bottom frame of my bed, suspending that arm. Maintaining eye contact with her, I retrieve the zip ties from one of the pockets on her left leg. I’ve watched her stuff them in them there in the past, never thought I’d need that bit of information. Repeating the motion, I secure the strip of plastic around her opposite wrist then the other end of it to the metal pole that connects my bed with the frame of Ronald's.

Watching her closely, she looks at both wrists, testing their security like a good girl. I want to restrain her ankles too, but if someone comes up and discovers us it will take me longer to release her. Actually, I may just do it. Another hard lesson learned, right? She came in here spouting about our little tryst the other day, where inmates can hear her, maybe she wants to get caught after all.

Thinking better of it, I wind my left hand into her dark hair, twisting the long strands around as many times as I can; forcing her head back as far as it will go.

“I wish you could see how pretty you look, crucified for me.”

Using my free hand, I unbutton my jumper until I meet the lowest fastening, then reach behind the fabric and removing my throbbing cock, precum weeping from its sensitive tip. In a controlled motion, I brush it against her lips, smearing myself along them.

“Open up nice and wide, snitch—tongue out. I don’t want to hear anything from you other than gagging.”

When the trollop opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out with those silver eyes of hers holding my own gaze, my knees almost give out.

Almost. I can’t disappoint my girl.

“Fuck,” I moan, my cock sliding over the wet expanse of her tongue.

Pushing my hips forward, I glide myself all the way to the back of her throat until her tongue curls along its underside. Right where I feel her tonsils constrict around my tip. Her back arches forward a fraction when a gag starts to take her.

Oh no, my plaything can’t take cock? Will have to fix that.

Pulling back, she gasps, drool already starting to drip from her mouth while my cock remains connected to her lips by a single strand of saliva.

“Remember, no biting. I’d rather you remember me pumping you full of my cum.”

Cupping my hand under her chin, I pry her mouth open so I can feed her my cock again. This time, she gags harder; still, I hold her steady, letting her thrash and panic. Her hands pull at her restraints, the clink of her handcuffs echoing through my cell.

“Mmm, there we go. Just like that, Nadia.”

Drawing back once again, I thrust into her mouth. Pushing past her reflexes then back out until her lips cradle the crown. Holding her in place, I set a steady rhythm, fucking her greedy mouth. She’s good at running it, but I be damned if she isn’t good at letting me ruin a damn thing for her, too.

I can’t contain the groans and gasps falling loosely from my own lips. It’s been so damn long since I’ve had a mouth, and Nadia's is everything I have ever dreamed it would be--eager, filled with drool, and struggling to take me.

As I push deep into her, she participates instead of shying away, always up for a challenge. Her pouts wrap around me more firmly, tongue teasing the vein running the length of my shaft each time I thrust. Don’t get me started on the suction she applies when I withdraw, not allowing me to get too far away, she’s going to unman me. Greedy girl.

I’d fall apart for her if she’d just stop being so damn difficult.

The lewd sounds of her gagging and slurping fill the space between us. There’s no need for words when she’s so well behaved right now. The concentration evident on her stunning face when I look down to watch her. My own eyes heavy with lust, silently begging for her to continue.

Stilling, I let her rock back and forth, taking my cock at the speed and depth she wants for a moment. My hand uncurling from her hair to pull her hair tie out, then placing it around my wrist. A small piece of her I never have to give back.

This is mine now.

Her raven hair tumbles down to her shoulders and falls over them in thick swaths, framing her face in a way I’ve never seen before. Running both hands through her hair, I tangle them at her crown and grip. Wrenching her head back, my cock slips from her mouth leaving her gasping with saliva covering her chin.

Leaning in, I won’t stop myself, I need to taste her. Claiming her mouth with my own, my tongue slips effortlessly into the heat of hers, deepening the kiss, sweeping the slick muscle into her to feast. That’s what I am, I am starving. She feeds me in ways that she will never comprehend, and I can’t seem to get enough.

Feeling her soften, I continue to devour her lush lips—tasting myself on them, a blend of salty with her sweetness. My teeth bite into the tender cushion of her bottom one then I scrape backward, pulling the flesh with me until it pops free, and she whines.

Pressing my forehead against hers, eyes closed, I try to breathe through what the fuck is happening in my head and chest. Three years, it’s been three years since she started working at DWCI and that’s not near enough. I want more.

“You’re such a good girl for me, taking my dick the way you do. You still need to be punished, though. When I put myself back in your mouth, I’m going to be harsh, if it becomes too much, you clank your cuffs against the frame three times. Do you understand?”

“Y— yes, Kace,” she says with a squirm.

Good god, I’m done for.

Straightening up, she opens immediately, and I thrust into her mouth. Grabbing both sides of her head I shove all the way to the back ‘til her nose and chin met my groin. Her hands squeezing into tight fists, pulling at her restraints again.

Her wrists are going to wear those marks for days— good.

Recanting my hips, I do it over and over again, forcing myself past her tonsils with each thrust. Her poor throat constricting around me as I press past those abused lumps of flesh.

She’s going to be so sore tomorrow—remembering everything I’ve done to her. When she speaks, back talks, or gets snippy, she will feel the memory of my dick punishing her skinny throat.

Pushing in all the way, I hold my position, watching her eyes turn red with tears. The fat salty drops falling over her bottom lash line as I choke her. Unraveling my right hand from her dark strands, I slap her just hard enough until her cheek turns red. After the last one, she winces, likely thinking she’s going to get hit again. Instead, I withdraw from her as grin pulls at the corners of my lips as she chokes—the drool that has pooled in her mouth now floods over her chin and down her neck.

“You’re not done yet, baby. Catch your breath. You okay?”

“F—fuck.” She coughs through the word.

“Yeah, I’m… okay,” Nadia finish’s, her voice already starting to become raspy.

When she parts her puffy lips and holds her mouth open again, my heart squeezes and flutters at the same time.

This crazy bitch was made for me.

I lose myself in her all over again. Sinking into her wet heat makes my balls drawing up and my head tilt back, allowing another moan escape. The feeling of her mouth is so overwhelming, for a moment, I swear it steals my breath.

“N—Nadia, baby, don’t stop.” Now I’m the one begging.

Letting her lead, Nadia leans back and starts to suck on just my damn head, and I lose my fucking mind. The most sensitive part of me in her hot mouth, her skilled tongue flicking against it while I swell and pulse.

Groaning through it, I pour cum into her mouth and over the back of her tongue. My orgasm causing the muscles in my legs to tense up as I push up on the tips of my toes and struggle for balance. As I fight to remain grounded.

“Son of a bitch, Nadia… sto—fuck, don’t stop. Go on, suck me dry.”

When she finally let go, my balls drained of their contents, I release her and lean forward against the railing of my bed— my arms cross over the metal to cushion my sweaty forehead. Pleasure still thrums through me as I focus on breathing through the intensity. Patiently waiting for my brain to get back on track and work properly.

“K—Kace, are you okay?” I hear her ask, the tone of it so soft and disarmed, it makes my brows furrow. She’s worried about me? Fuck, I should be tending to her, not the other way around.

Shifting just enough so I can look down at her from where my arms brace my head, seeing her still trussed up like my own personal sacrifice.

“Yeah, baby, I’m more than okay.”

Sucking in a deep breath, I start working on releasing her. She needs to be let go before someone comes looking— like always. If there is one thing the officers are good at, it’s keeping up with their own and communication. I know it’s only part of her job, but I hate how easy it is for the officers to find one another, it makes aftercare a bitch and very limited.

Freeing her, I brush her hair out of her face before reaching for a t-shirt and wetting it at the sink. Using the makeshift rag to clean her face and check her over, ensure she doesn’t have any visible marks outside of those on her wrists.

“Gargle salt water and stop by the store on the way home tonight, get you some lozenges. It will help with the soreness.”

She nods and pushes up from the bed, rubbing her wrists, looking unsure of herself which caught my attention. Red flag number one. Hooking a finger under her chin, I tilt her head back so that I can look into those consuming eyes.

“Tell me.”

“Hmm?”

“What are you thinking?”

“I don’t know. I’ll have to get back to you.”

Stubborn girl, I’ll get through to her one day.

“Alright. You need to get back to your post. Please be a good girl.”

“I will.”

Something is wrong— one, she’s never this quiet, and two, she’s agreeing with me without being a smart ass. When she starts to walk away, I’m incapable of keeping my hands off her, curling my hand around her elbow, I bring her back to me.

“Nadia…” I grind out like I’ve swallowed glass.

She looks up at me and I see a softness that belies the hardened young woman I’ve come to crave.

“I want you to know that you can tell me anything. The shit that happens between us, personally, is ours to keep. Your secrets are safe with me, your lo—“ I stop. Getting ahead of myself.

With a tilt, I press a tender kiss to her lips once more. When she gives me a smile, I die inside, my soul leaving with her when she walks out of my cell.